Summer Vignettes: Gardening

The sun was setting now, cooling the evening into streaky pinks and oranges that would soon be purple and smooth. She worked in the garden, having saved the cooler bits of evening for her moments stolen outdoors. It was still warm enough for her to wish it were cooler, and she wore only a pair of overalls that were too large for her. No shoes; no top; no panties. The baggy denim hung low, showing her bare hips through the sides, exposing the curve of her breast and often her nipples as she worked.

She kneeled in the garden, dampening the knees of her overalls, letting her toes sink into the dirt. She was pulling weeds from around her tomato plants, digging her fingers into the soil, enjoying the feeling of the still sun-warmed earth.

She looked as if she belonged there, her skin tanned and her hair pulled back into a sun-streaked ponytail. Wisps of hair escaped; she batted them away with her dirt-covered hands, leaving an occasional streak of mud.

He saw her through the window of their house, had watched as she sprinkled water from the tin watering can. Seeing her laughing made him smile. Now, seeing her bent over, her curvy bottom facing him as she bent to tend to the plants, his cock hardened.

He stood at the screen door, pausing before he walked down the steps. He wore only a pair of cut-off shorts. He felt the same warm, earthy soil as he approached her and inhaled the scent of the summer evening.

He sat beside her in the garden. She started to ask a question, but he put his finger over her lips to quiet her. She gave him a curious glance and returned to her work.

He settled himself so that he could see her swaying bottom and her hanging breasts as she bent over. He rubbed himself a little through his shorts, making his erection a clear outline. As she moved to the next section, he caught her hand, kissed her dirty palm, wiped the sweat from her brow. She looked him over, saw his erection straining his pants, smiled. He unhooked one strap on her overalls so that the bib would fall down and expose her, then released her hand and leaned back as she moved on to the next section.

Now he stroked his cock more obviously, unbuttoned his shorts and unzipped his fly for better access. She would glance over quickly, pretend to not notice, but seemed to bend further, strain the fabric across her bottom. Her exposed breast hung unrestricted as she gardened on her hands and knees. She bit her lip, glanced again at him rubbing himself. He could see her exposed nipple stiffening, drawing up tightly in the air. He was very aroused, was finding it hard to keep from getting closer and touching her.

Her overalls were old and worn fairly thin, and as she grew damp between the legs, a patch of the fabric became dark. He watched the darkness spread and breathed in deeply, trying to detect the smell of her arousal mixed into the heavy smell of the soil.

She carelessly let the other strap of her overalls fall off her shoulder, letting the bib fall completely, showing both of her round breasts. The light was fading quickly now, but he could still see the beautiful sloping forms and her devilish smile.

In one swift movement he had stripped his shorts off and crossed to her. She stayed on all fours, watching as he kissed her side then unbuttoned one, two, three at the left hip, kissing again as more skin was exposed, then one, two, three, as he popped the buttons on the other side. He slid the overalls down, left them on her legs, a puddle at her knees. He kneeled behind her and grabbed her breasts firmly. She arched toward him, rubbing her bottom against his cock, feeling his balls against her cheeks. He pinched her nipples gently, then harder, as they both anxiously arched towards more.

He cupped around her body with one hand, took his shaft in the other. He rubbed the tip all up and down her, spreading her oozing wetness along her length. He let the sensitive underside of his cock rest against her clit for a moment, and her already gyrating hips had their first moans echoing into the night.

The slight encouragement from her hips had her pussylips framing his cock. The slightest nudge put it in her a little, then she thrust back and enveloped him.

Her hands gripped the soft dirt as he pounded from behind. He wanted more. Her cute little bottom had enticed him outside, and now he wanted to fulfill the images of taking her ass that had flown around his mind earlier.

He slid himself out, rubbed more of her wetness around. He rubbed his cock on her clit, then slid it hintingly between her cheeks, lubricating her puckering hole. She thrust back against him in response, and he slowly put the tip against her asshole. They moved slowly towards each other, until he had sunk his length into her. He grunted and held her hips, sliding her back and forth a few times. She began to moan and wiggle against him quickly, whimpering as she did when she was close to cumming. The noise always drove him over the edge. He quickly cupped her sex with his hand, sliding a finger into her dripping cunt as he fucked her ass. He nearly came from the added pressure to his cock, but held off for a few more seconds. Finally he pressed against her clit. She bucked back against him, moaning crazily, and he groaned as he pounded into her a few last times. She reached back, thrust two fingers into her pussy, and the two of them collided into pressure and orgasms. They collapsed into the dirt, smelling the muskiness of soil and sex combining.