Good in the Garden

Sub-Genres: Romantic

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“No, that’s wrong. It needs to be further up, about a foot. Where’s that string I gave you?”

Alan Jenkins watched Beth Perkins reach behind herself to grasp the string she had left behind in the last row. He saw the deep sigh she took despite her attempt to hide it. He knew that working with him could be very tiresome and he admired her perseverance.

“Don’t worry,” he said and he saw her cringe, realizing she had been found out. “There are only two rows left.” Beth said nothing, but looked up to give him a weak smile. Her smile widened seeing he was not annoyed with her. They both bent their heads and continued planting.

Every year Alan donated at least fifty pumpkins to the town’s Fall Festival and every summer he hired an assistant to help him take care of his Pumpkin Patch as well as his large vegetable garden. Beth had appeared in his office to apply for the job only minutes after it had been posted. Based on her past experience helping her mother in her greenhouse and the fact that she had been one of the hardest workers in his World History class that semester, Alan had hired her on the spot.

When she had finished covering the last seed, Beth sat up on her knees. Alan offered her his hand she took it, allowing him to pull her up and out of the garden. They stood silently, looking out over the multiple rows of raised hills of dirt.

“We’ve done very well,” Alan said. “I expected it to take us two days to finish.”

“I told you – I am very good in the garden. And you only had to correct me twice.”

“Three times.”

“Uh-uh. Twice.”

“I think you’re forgetting where you tried to plant your first row.”

“Oh. Yeah. Three times.”

“That’ll teach you to argue with your professors.”

She laughed. “If you were a botany professor, maybe. But you’re just a history professor.”

He looked at her, his eyebrows raised but she only smiled at him. “If we were in class – “

“But we’re not and I doubt I’ll ever be taking a class from you again, so – I think it’s safe to contradict you and perhaps get to know you a bit better.”

He looked at her for a long moment and said, “And why would you want to do that, young lady?”

“Young lady,” she scoffed. “I’m 33, not nearly as young as most of your students. And you aren’t exactly an old man.”

“Some would call 49 old.”

“And ‘some’ can be extremely short-sighted.”

“Well, since we’re getting to know each other, perhaps you should call me Alan?”

“I certainly will. And perhaps…you should just call me?”

Alan swallowed hard and continued to stare at her but she did not drop her gaze. He felt a tug in his lower stomach and told himself to stop. She was a lovely young woman but despite his growing attraction to her, he was not certain it would be appropriate to pursue a relationship with her.

“Would you like to stay for dinner?” he asked before he could convince himself it was a rash act.

“I would love to,” she said, also seeming surprised but quite pleased.

He cleared his throat and said, “Let me show you where the vegetable garden is going.”

He led her behind his small farmhouse and she followed close beside him. Still feeling that tug in his lower stomach, he extended his left arm and rested his hand at the small of her back. When they stopped in front of the freshly plowed field, she moved against his side and put her own arm about his waist.

“Well…this is it.”

They stood silently for a moment until Beth broke the silence. “I hope I’m not coming on too strong. I’ve been attracted to you for quite a while.”

“You’re not,” he assured her. “I’ve been having some very inappropriate feelings toward you myself. Well – inappropriate when you were sitting in my classroom.”

He looked at her as she faced him. “I’m not in your classroom anymore, Alan, and I’m not an inexperienced co-ed. I’m a grown woman who is finally living her own life instead of the man’s she married out of high school.”

He grasped her hips and pulled her closer to him. She kept her eyes on his, looping her arms about his neck. She didn’t have to reach far, being only a few inches shorter than he.

“It’s been a long while since I’ve even touched a woman,” he said.

“I know about your wife. I’m very sorry – “

“Let’s not talk about that,” he said, but gave her a reassuring smile. “I’d rather not talk at all right now.”

He was encouraged by the smile she gave him – almost seductive – so he reached down and pressed his lips firmly against hers.

He let out a soft “Oomf!” when she pulled herself tight against him, pushing her small breasts against his chest. He moved his arms tight about her and pressed his tongue between her lips.

Alan Jenkins had not touched a woman in over four and a half years and the beast that exploded in his chest and groin demanded that he make up for that lost time right now and right here. He heard Beth moan in reaction to his sudden passion and he felt her body squirming enticingly against him.

She broke the kiss but he simply moved his mouth to her neck, biting at her soft skin. He breathed in the scent of her body and felt his cock stiffen at the aroma of fresh earth, honeysuckle shampoo and just a hint of sweat generated from her work in the warm sun.

“Do you want me?” she asked.

“Yes.”

“I want you. Now.”

“Here?” he asked, hopefully.

“Yes.”

Alan glanced at their surroundings and was satisfied that they would not be interrupted or spied upon. His nearest neighbors were two acres away and the sun was beginning to set, leaving the field in shadow.

He looked down when she kneeled in front of him and laid back in the field he had turned for his garden. Her long, light-brown hair spread behind her head in dramatic contrast to the almost black dirt beneath her.

He moved on top of her, pushing her knees apart. She bent her legs against him as he settled between them, attacking her lips with his own once again.

His left hand moved under the tank top she was wearing under a simple blue work shirt and began to push it up. They both moaned when his hand covered her right breast and squeezed.

He pulled his lips from hers and moved down. She giggled as she began kissing her stomach, moving up as he continued to knead her breast. She managed to remove her shirt and the tank top and he looked down at her naked chest, running his hands over her. She gasped each time his palm brushed her hard nipples and he couldn’t help but grin.

“What are you doing?” she whispered but didn’t protest when he reached down, took a handful of dirt, and began to spread it over her stomach.

“I like my woman dirty,” he said and chuckled deep in his throat.

“That’s cold,” she said.

“You won’t have to worry about that for long.”

He sat up on his knees and she looked up at him, watching as he unbuttoned his own shirt and threw it aside. He liked the way she was looking at his chest, the sparkle in her eyes. Her lecherous smile began to reappear when he began undoing the buttons of his jeans.

He pushed them down his hips along with his boxers and exposed himself to her, hard and swaying.

“Oh, nice,” she whispered and sat up. His breath caught in his throat when she took his cock in both hands, stroking him slowly. On his knees, he was on the same level as her mouth.

He reached down and sunk his fingers into her hair and gently pulled her towards him. She did not resist – did not even look up. Her lips moved over his cock head and he moaned, feeling her warm, moist mouth engulf him. She slowly moved down him, moving her tongue against him, repeatedly flicking it just beneath the head.

“All of it,” he whispered, pushing down. She gave no resistance and he couldn’t help the lust filled laugh that issued from deep inside his throat when her chin pressed against his balls. He could feel her esophagus stretching around him and then she was pulling back, beginning to suck on him in earnest, bobbing at a lazy tempo and using both of her hands to stroke him and massage his balls.

Keeping his hands buried in her hair, he guided her along his shaft and she obeyed his every request until he was panting and moaning in pleasure.

“Lie back,” he suddenly demanded. “I want to come on your breasts. Please.”

She immediately pulled away and lie on her back. However, both of her hands remained on his erection and pulled. He fell forward and caught himself with his hands. He stayed there, gasping and groaning as her hands began to stroke him, beating his cock so fast that he couldn’t believe he hadn’t come.

He yelled loudly when he came but he could still hear her joy-filled laughter. He looked down, still crying out and moved his hips down to place his cock between her breasts. They were small, but there was enough for her to press them together around him and he moaned as he rubbed his shaft between them, lubricated by the come that covered her chest, made gritty by the dirt he had spread over her. The sticky mixture was dripping down her left shoulder into the garden.

He moved down her body, propping himself above her. He reached down and kissed her and she moaned, moving her legs completely around him, grinding her hips up against him.

“Careful,” he rasped. “It’s a bit sensitive down there at the moment.”

“So am I,” she argued.

“Don’t worry. You will be taken care of. Would you like to move inside first?”

“No. I’m fine right here.”

“You were right, you know.”

“Oh?”

“You are very good in the garden.”