Chloe was a receptionist, and a good one. One of the first things that a receptionist learnt was to look good at all times and to smile pleasingly. High on the list of qualification for a good receptionist was beauty as well as brains. Chloe fitted into the requirements as neatly as a hand in a glove. She was twenty three, a pretty brunette with medium length hair, a nice figure without being too obvious, intelligent and had the ability to charm visitors.
At lunch times Chloe would often spend some time in a nearby park, enjoying the surroundings there. The park was quite large, being part of a series of parks that ran along the river on the far side of the river, and there were several shaded walks and relatively secluded areas there if one knew where to look.
Today it was sunny and hot and Chloe had decided to get a bit of a tan on her legs, hoping to get a start before the real summer heat set in. Accordingly, she headed for the park and a little piece of lawn that had somehow wound up hidden amongst some of the shrubbery. It was only a couple of yards long and a couple of yards wide, but it was big enough for her and it was private. The path that led to it was a dead-end, and apart from herself and an occasional gardener Chloe had never seen anyone use it. She considered it her own private hide-away. If she stood up she could see and be seen over the surrounding bushes, but once she sat down to eat and read she would effectively vanish from sight.
Once she had reached her private patch Chloe sank down onto the grass, getting out her lunch and making herself comfortable. Knowing she was alone she took off her panty hose and hitched up her skirt to give her legs proper exposure to the sun. Chloe ate her lunch, relaxing and enjoying the heat of the midday sun. Deciding to really relax while the sun did its work she stretched out, set her phone to sound an alarm 10 minutes before she was due back at work and closed her eyes.
Nathan was a new gardener. He got all the odd jobs and right now his job was to check all the little nooks and crannies that were out of the public eye and to check how the gardens were. There were a lot of people willing to tell the staff of everything they considered wrong with the park and gardens, but all too often the hidden corners got overlooked.
Turning the corner at the end of one dead-end path Nathan found a small plot of lawn that was significantly enhanced by the lovely dark haired beauty asleep there. Chloe had no way of knowing, but her skirt had ridden up a little farther than she had intended, and her long bare legs were on full display, from her slip-on shoes right up to her pretty pink panties. Nathan stood for a moment, admiring the view, and then decided that there was no real reason he shouldn't get a closer one. He moved over and sank down onto the ground next to Chloe, admiring the shapeliness of her legs and the mound pressing against those flimsy panties. Those very abbreviated and flimsy panties.
Nathan considered the situation. The skirt was a free floating one, chosen by Chloe to give her greater ease of movement at work. With all the sitting and rising she had to do during the day, a tight skirt that might ride up was inadvisable. Nathan carefully lifted the edge of the skirt and moved it higher, keeping one eye on the panties now being more fully revealed and one eye on sleeping beauty. It took only a few careful moments and the skirt was now floating up around Chloe's waist, which Nathan thought to be a far better position for it.
Those panties, he thought, are very nice with their tiny string sides, but I'd just as soon that they weren't there. Can't just pull them off or she'd wake up and cause the dickens of a row but where those side straps jumped from her mound to her hips there were these two little bridges, flying through the air. It would be an awful pity if something cut those two little bridges. Something like a sharp pair of pruning scissors for instance. Now there was a thought; would pruning scissors cut a bit of material like that? In the interest of scientific knowledge he really should test the idea.
A few moments later Nathan was looking at a shapely and neatly shaved pussy. Two quick and quiet snips had cut the side straps and gently lifting the front has allowed another cut at the bottom of the triangle. Nathan straightened his own clothes that had suddenly grown cramped. A judicious rearrangement relieved the pressure and allowed room for future growth.
Nathan now started gently stroking Chloe's pussy, just running his fingers very lightly over it, getting it used to the idea that it was time to wake up. He heard Chloe mutter something and quickly moved his hand away, looking over at her face. She still slept but was now a little restless. Again Nathan feather touched Chloe, running the tips of his fingers along her slit with the gentlest touch on her lips on either side. He heard Chloe give a sleepy sigh and as he watched her legs drifted slightly apart, giving him better access.
