It was stifling hot this morning even though the sun was just beginning to rise. I skipped breakfast threw on a pair of shorts (too hot for underwear) and went straight to work in my wonderful garden. I stood over the plants, sweat running down my face and tanned chest, soaking my shorts, looking, beaming with pride at the abundant fruits of my labor. Gardening had been a passion since I was a young boy and anyone could see I learned well as the gorgeous, ripe vegetables lay "picture perfect" amongst the green foliage.
The thick cucumbers were perfectly straight, 8 or 9 inches long and a deep patterned green. The eggplants hung heavy in their dense purple coats. Leaf lettuce reached for the sky with its frilly silken leaves and soft, green hue. String beans by the bushel hung silent in their fuzzy little jackets almost touching some of the rich orange pumpkins underneath. I reached downed gently cupping a deep red tomato in my hand, relishing how heavy it felt. The fruit was beautiful and smooth. Droplets of morning condensation still clung to the firm skin. So soft and delicate. My mouth salivated as I marveled at the gorgeous food and how juicy and tangy it must be inside. I was so busy admiring my plants I did not notice the combination of heat and hunger combining to attack my body causing me to blackout, falling to the ground.
I opened my eyes squinting from the sun hearing sounds of rustling leaves. I turned my head to look and the sounds stopped but I could see a slight movement of the tomato plants as they settled back to a motionless state. More rustling behind me as I pushed myself up to rest on my elbows. The tall stalks of green beans seemed to have moved as they partially slid down their stakes.
"Funny. There's no breeze." I thought as the sun continued to bake my body.
Rustling again only this time it was coming from between my legs. My jaw dropped and my body froze as I noticed two of my giant tomatoes wriggling underneath the bent over plants I had fallen on. It was like they were trying to get out from under the stalks and leaves.
"You could've killed us you know!" exclaimed a muffled female voice.
"Yah! Why don't you pay attention to what you're doing instead of pawing us like some pervert!" said another female voice.
Two tomatoes surfaced from under the greenery looking up at me quite annoyed as they brushed the dirt from their firm red flesh. They looked at me with deep gorgeous eyes like you see on high-priced models. One still had here stem on top that seemed to lay in a most flattering way like it was styled. The other tomato lost her stem but she was so symmetrically shaped on top that she was perfect with out it.
Was I really looking at fruit thinking of their attributes or was I dreaming?
I must be dreaming. Pinch, ouch, nope, not dreaming.
"Well what do you think? Aren't we a couple a gorgeous tomatoes or what?" "My name is Gina and this Ruby." said the tomato now known as Gina.
"Ah...OK, Gina, ah and Ruby" I stammered.
"Hey Ruby, do you see what I see? Tee hee."
"Yah! I sure do. Nice view down here." Ruby replied. It was then that I heard muffled chuckles coming from elsewhere in the garden. Like a bunch of giggling school children.
I leaned up to see what these animated fruits were looking at and was amazed to see them both staring up my shorts. Remember I hadn't put on underwear this morning leaving my privates free for anyone to see, if they looked up my pant leg.
Giving each other knowing glances, Gina licked her cute red lips with a resounding purr, "Mmmmm." Ruby licked her lips.
So here I am, laying in my garden and not only am I seeing live, talking tomatoes with sexy, sultry voices but they are becoming aroused while eyeing up my junk.
As they freed themselves from the plant branches, I took the opportunity to study them. Gina was a slender sleek Roma that seemed exceptionally long with a firm ripe body that was taut and complimented by her, or its, long slender runway legs. Her lips were full and luscious, with a slight, sexy pout and her eyes soft as a doe's eyes.
Ruby, on the other hand, was a robust Big Boy, stout and firm. Filled out, bold and brassy. You knew she'd flood your mouth with juice if you were to take bit of her. Her long, heavy lashes hung out over her lidded bedroom eyes looking like she had spent hours preparing them. Her short legs seemed too small to support her body but the sexy curvature of her well-muscled thighs and calves made up for any lack of length. Her calves were to die for. She was a flaming red bombshell.
Being so enthralled in the moment I didn't notice that other "veggies" had moved in around us. A few cucumbers, green beans, squash and heads of leaf lettuce began to form an audience as if a show was starting soon. Little did I know, I was about to be the main attraction.
I watched, intrigued as Gina and Ruby started to climb onto my ankles using my shoe laces as climbing rope. With one on each leg they sacheted along walking like Bridgette Bardo and Mae West working a crowd of horny men for cheers and whistles. Strutting and wriggling they moved over my knees, the other vegetables cheering them on with wolf calls and shouts of adoration.
Maybe my sun-induced state was taking its affect on my brain but I found this burlesque show a bit stimulating even though it was fruit doing the dancing. All that firm red flesh flaunting around, they even had cute shaped butt cheeks at their bottoms and as they moved closer I noticed what looked like female parts between their legs.
Wow, I know I'm dreaming or hallucinating or something. Seeing walking talking vegetables was one thing but sexy tomatoes with vaginas was another. My cock twitched at the thought.
