"Ah, finally" she thinks to herself as she pulls in the driveway after a good day at work. She had been looking forward to getting the raspberries in shape for the season, but there is something else that goes hand in hand with her yard work which excites her more than thoughts of the berry harvest. She sighs and smiles to herself.
She would never forget that first spring after moving in. The first day of yard work was quite a spectacle. She had worn shorts and a cut of t-shirt as she always did, but was a little shocked to discover that there was a rather large audience in her new neighborhood. She could tell by the slits in the window blinds of the adjacent houses that she was being watched and over the years had begun to look forward to finding different ways to tease her audience.
This particular spring was no different. The week before she had gone shopping with a new gardening outfit at the top of her list and came home with an ensemble that was guaranteed not to disappoint her collection of peepers. As she dressed herself for her chores she could not help but try to imagine how many of her secret fans would be reaching into their shorts to pleasure themselves as they watch her go about her gardening in new work clothes.
"Hmm... yes, you could call them work clothes", she chuckled to herself as she checked herself in the mirror. Happy with what she sees, she winks at herself while thinking of the erectness she will cause once she walks out the door.
Peeking out the front window to see if anyone is out and about she notices a stranger walking up the front walk. As he draws closer she realizes who it is and begins to panic... not the panic of a scared woman; the panic caused by sexual attraction and the chaotic indecision it brings about when surprised with the potential of actual physical contact with the object of her lust.
She scurries to the back door and waits for the front bell to ring. As the first note of the chime sounds she flies out the back door to the side gate and yells out, "I'm in the back garden, come on around." As the last syllable is leaving her lips she turns and dashes to the raspberry patch, falls to her knees, gets down on all fours and pretends to be engrossed in her work.
He knocks on the fence gait, being careful not to say anything and still under the impression that she does not know it is him coming to surprise her. She calls out to come on around back. As he rounds the corner of the house he sees her in the back corner of the yard. Her back to him on all fours digging tentatively in the garden and giving all her attention to making sure he does not know she knows it is him. She imperceptibly moves her body to let her shorts ride as far up into her curvaceous bottom as possible, giving him full view of her tempting flesh. Her smooth tight ass calls to him for attention.
Walking up behind her and still under the impression that she does not know it is him, he straddles her calves which lay outstretched behind her as she teasingly pushes her ass cheeks up toward his gaze. Feeling his presence, she raises herself to her knees as nonchalantly as possible only to find that he is close enough for her to feel his crotch brush against the back of her head.