The Gaze of the Gardener

The gardener's eyes linger on the woman of the house, her body ripe and ready. He's watering the plants, but his mind is elsewhere, fantasizing about her. He's seen her alone, her body language suggesting loneliness, longing. She's a forbidden fruit, and he yearns to pluck her. Today, she's in the garden, her scent intoxicating. She's barefoot, her dress hiking up, revealing glimpses of her smooth thighs. He can't help but stare, his cock hardening as she stretches, her body arching like a cat. He wishes he could touch her, claim her, make her his. But he knows his place, and so he watches, his fingers itching to touch more than just the plants.

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