Gardening Services
Audrey's concentration was broken by the loud ding-dong of her doorbell echoing down the vast hallway of her house. She had just been in the middle of a tricky yoga pose, in the bright conservatory overlooking her landscaped garden.
Groaning in annoyance at the interruption, she stood up gracefully and wiped her face with a small towel - not that she was sweating from the yoga itself, but it was a hot day and all the glass in the room was allowing the heat of the sun to turn it into a greenhouse.
She checked her clothing to make sure she was presentable. She was wearing a bright blue singlet with her orange sports bra peeking out. They barely contained her ample breasts (all natural) and the tanned globes popped out over the neckline of her top. She also wore a pair of skin-tight, dark blue yoga pants that hugged her generous hips and curvy ass. There were no obvious sweat patches under her arms, so she shrugged her shoulders and walked through the lounge and out into the hallway. The French black and white tiles on the floor felt nice and cool under her bare feet, which had pale pink painted toenails.
As Audrey approached the front door, she could see the silhouette of someone tall through the panelled stained-glass windows. She opened the door in trepidation, expecting to find a salesperson and was ready to say "Thanks, but not thanks," but instead she found a young man holding some plants.
He was pleasant looking, perhaps in his twenties with dark hair cut short and bright blue eyes. He seemed a little nervous, as he didn't look her in the face, but instead was staring somewhere behind her right ear. He spoke quietly while cradling what appeared to be two plumeria in his arms, like babies.
"Good morning, ma'am. I'm sorry to disturb you. My name is Devon Carlisle and I am a local landscape gardener and supplier of exotic plants, like these two plumeria here. This silvery lilac one here is called Metallica and the other is Rim's Fire."
He presented the plants to Audrey and continued talking quickly, as though afraid he would forget his lines.
"I have a farm out of town where I grow many specialty plants. It was started by my grandmother 35 years ago and I've now inherited the business. I was wondering if you have any interest in flowering plants like these or maybe gardening services?"
Audrey already had her own gardener who tended to her large yard, but she was very interested in his plants and there was something endearing about this polite young man.
"Those plumeria look beautiful. Did you say that you grow them yourself? I'm always on the lookout for more varieties, as they are my favourite plants. The scent of the flowers is just heavenly."
She took a step towards him and leaned forward to breathe in the aroma of the delicate lilac flowers. Her bosoms jiggled and gravity made them pop over the top of her sports bra. Devon couldn't stop his gaze from darting to the tanned globes of Audrey's breasts. He subconsciously licked his lips.
"Mmmm, these smell divine! I'll take them both. Why don't you come inside and help me put them in my conservatory? Maybe you can tell me more about your farm and other plants?"
As she spoke, Audrey craned her neck to look behind Devon at a large white truck on her driveway. The side doors were closed, but she could see a large decal on the truck advertising "Carlisle landscape and gardening services."
"Of course, ma'am. I do have photos and videos of my farm on my phone. I've sold most of the stock that was in my van, so sadly I don't have any plants to show you in person, other than these plumeria."
"That's quite alright. I'll just look at your photos and decide whether it's worth a trip to your farm or not."
Audrey stepped aside and pushed the front door open wider to allow Devon to walk past. He seemed a little stunned that he had managed to get an invite inside and he offered her a tentative smile which brought out the dimples on his cheeks. They were oddly sexy and Audrey had a sudden urge to dip her tongue into the small depressions.
She shut the door and brushed past Devon to take the lead. She caught a whiff of his sweat, which was not altogether unpleasant. He had obviously had a busy day as his white t-shirt and khaki shorts looked a little muddy and there was a sheen of perspiration on his face.
"Follow me, Devon. I'll show you where the conservatory is."
***
Audrey suspected that Devon was shy and perhaps intimidated by her and she took advantage of the situation, but not in a malicious way. Perhaps he could sell her more of his rarer plumeria varieties, or maybe she could use landscape services. She had her own local gardener for general maintenance but had been thinking about changing the layout of the back yard for some time. Her gardener really didn't have the skills for such a large job.
She strolled down the long hallway on tiptoes, with one foot in front of the other like a catwalk model. This made her hips sway seductively and the yoga pants moulded to the shape of her large ass quite nicely. She looked behind her shoulder and grinned to herself when she saw Devon's gaze was firmly on her round, plump ass cheeks.
"Oh, by the way Devon, you may call me Audrey." His eyes flicked to her face and a slight pink tinge formed on his cheeks at having been caught staring at her butt.
Audrey often had that effect on men - particularly the younger ones. It was perhaps her confidence that attracted them or maybe it was her curvaceous body and face that had aged so beautifully. Her face had some wrinkles that gave away her age, but her green eyes, with their thick lashes were still mesmerising. The way her dark brown hair was tied up in a ponytail gave her a youthful appearance that was slightly at odds with her maturity. Overall, she was an enticing package and Audrey knew how to use her sexuality to her advantage.
"The conservatory is just in here, Devon."
She turned right suddenly and took him through a large living room -- decorated all in cream, with just a few accent pieces in duck egg blue. She drifted through a large archway and stood in the middle of a large conservatory, built in a hexagonal shape, with a domed glass ceiling. The whole space was crammed full of flowering plants -- an explosion of colour. Only one side of the room was free from clutter and there, on the ground lay her pale green yoga mat, next to a box window seat.
"You may put those plumeria on that white table beside my yoga mat. That side of the room gets all the sunlight, so I think they would enjoy it there."
Audrey watched him carry the plants effortlessly over to the table and set them down. He turned and wiped his hands on his shorts, creating another streak of dirt on the fabric.
"Why don't you take a seat by the window and you can show me your other plants?"
Audrey walked towards him, but before she sat down, reached her arms over her head and stretched up high to pick a dead flower off a hanging basket. The movement caused her breasts to jiggle. She inspected the dried brown petals and then deposited them in a trash can under the table.
"Sorry, force of habit. I'm always picking off the dead blooms as I walk past the plants." She smiled back at Devon and then perched herself next to him.
