The Gardener Sunny Leone and Daisy Marie The Female Gardener

The Gardener

The Gardener: Last summer my husband, Kabir, hired a worker to help get our yard renovated.

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We had money and a big, stylish house in one of the nicest suburbs of Toronto, but he was always cheap.

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When it came to doing work around the house, he preferred paying slave wages to a local college kid desperate for money.

One of our neighbors referred Arjun to him.

They said he was a hard worker who would come cheap and never complain.

This was exactly what Kabir was looking for. Arjun started the following week. His job was to paint the fence, pull out weeds, and replant the entire yard.

That was a lot of work, and probably required three or four men, but Kabir didn’t want to spend much money.

One day I walked into the kitchen to pour myself a glass of wine. As I passed by the window I saw Arjun working in the yard. He was drenched in sweat.

The summer sun was unbearably hot that day and I felt bad that he was forced to endure it.

Worried he was going to pass out from the heat, I decided to get him something refreshing. I sliced up a few lemons and threw them in a large pitcher of ice water.

As I was grabbing a glass, I peeked out of the window and saw Arjun acting a little oddly.

He kept looking around him as if to check if he was being watched. It seemed as if he was going to do something a little secretive.

This sparked my interest. Hiding behind the sheer curtains in the kitchen, I watched him curiously.

Before too long, Arjun had pulled his shirt over his head and flung it to the ground.

The sight of his firm, muscular nineteen-year-old body covered in sweat had me instantly flustered.

It had been a long time since my eyes had gazed upon such a beautiful, hard body. I had been married to Kabir in India over twenty-five years ago. I had never known another man apart from him.

I often wondered what it would be like to sleep with someone else and today these feelings sprang up in me again.

I sat at the window for about fifteen minutes, watching the handsome young man working away in the hot sun.

The sweat dripping down his torso ran in rivulets through every flexed muscle, emphasizing his beautiful body.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t completely turned on. Kabir walked into the kitchen and asked what I was staring at.

Immediately, I composed myself and told him that I felt bad for the young man outside and was going to get him some water.

‘Well, take it to him now, I don’t want him dying in my yard,’ Kabir replied in a harsh tone. I made my way outside with the pitcher and a bowl of fresh mango slices

. Arjun was working with his back towards me, and the view from the back was just as delicious as the front.

I quietly stood behind him for a moment, taking in his sexy, musky scent.

The smell of a sweating man working with his body is so erotic. I could’ve stood there for hours.

I leaned closer and seductively whispered in his ear, ‘Hot?’ Like a scared cat, he turned and jumped in the air, knocking the pitcher of water out of my hands and drenching me.

Arjun’s face turned white as a ghost, no doubt fearing his little mishap might have cost him his job.

With a trembling voice, he blurted out, ‘I’m so sorry, Mrs.

Singh, did I get you wet?’ I pulled down my sunglasses so he could see my eyes and with a flirtatious smirk, I said, ‘You have no idea…’ His cheeks turned as red as a strawberry at my remark.

There was something about his innocence that I found very attractive. I told him there was more water on the patio table and to help himself.

As I made my way back to the house, I could feel his stare penetrating my body. That brief encounter ignited a fire in my body.

That evening, I couldn’t wait for Kabir to come to bed. I couldn’t remember the last time I had actually wanted to make love to my husband,

but I couldn’t get the vision of Arjun’s hard, sweaty body out of my head. I needed to relieve the sexual frustration coursing through my body.

When Kabir entered the bedroom I looked amazing. I greeted him wearing a long, black, sheer nightgown that barely covered my most intimate parts.

A high slit on one side showed off a long, firm leg, freshly slathered with expensive lotion. My sex appeal went unnoticed.

Kabir walked over to me, kissed my forehead, and then started off about a business deal that had gone bad, opening and closing cupboards distractedly.

I sat on the bed in a provocative position, hoping to get his attention. But he couldn’t be bothered with me.

Packing a bag, he told me he was heading to our small flat in the city so he could beat the morning rush-hour traffic. Then he left.

My night ended with a bottle of wine, a cold shower, and me crying myself to sleep.

The next day, I decided to take advantage of the hot summer weather and did some sunbathing in the yard.

I think a part of me just wanted an excuse to be outside so I could watch Arjun work. I looked sexy, wearing a one-piece bathing suit that had sheer revealing cutouts in the chest and sides.

It was really more lingerie than a swimsuit and was probably a style designed for a girl in her twenties.

But it suited my gym-toned body just perfectly. Being a woman in her forties didn’t mean I couldn’t look or feel sexy.

With my hair pulled back into a tight ponytail and large gold hoops swaying from my ears, I walked outside.

The black satin wrap on my shoulders floated behind me in the gentle breeze. Large, expensive sunglasses masked the lust in my eyes as I admired Arjun’s firm body.

I sat on the lounger with a glass of wine, getting comfortable.

He looked towards me and delivered a cute little smile. I waved back flirtatiously. Gently squeezing the bottle of sunscreen onto my hand, I began to apply it to my body.

Using long, slow strokes, I rubbed the sunscreen all around my arms. I applied it all over my legs, lifting them up to make sure I didn’t miss a spot.

Almost every inch of my smooth body was slathered up. I called Arjun so I could get his assistance.

‘I hate to bother you, but would you mind just putting a little sunscreen on my back?’ I said in a husky voice.

His eyes opened wide and his face went pale. ‘Of course, ma’am,’ he murmured softly. I hated that he called me ‘ma’am’ – it made me sound like some old grandma.

But I thanked him and handed him the bottle of sunscreen. I rolled over on the lounger so my back was towards Arjun.

My swimsuit was cut low, exposing my entire back. Thirty seconds went by and nothing happened.

I jokingly asked if he was still there. Arjun let out a small, nervous laugh and apologized. I heard him fumbling around trying to open the bottle, eventually getting the top off.

He gave it a gentle squeeze but nothing came out.

He tried again, still nothing. Starting to get frustrated, he shook the bottle, pointed it at my back, and gave one last forceful squeeze.

I let out a loud gasp as I felt a giant, cool glob of sunscreen splatter across my back. I turned my head around in shock, and as our eyes made contact we both burst into laughter. He took off his shirt and wiped off the excess sunscreen.

That moment broke down the invisible wall that stood between us. He began to rub the sunscreen around my back.

The touch of his rough fingers against my smooth skin was exhilarating. For someone so young and nervous, he had a very commanding yet gentle touch.

I thanked Arjun and spent the next hour relaxing on the lounger, secretly watching his every move. Something about him made my blood pulsate.

I spent that night alone again. My husband’s trips to the city had become increasingly frequent in the past few years. I felt like I was always alone.

Even when Kabir was here, he wasn’t really present. I thought I had got used to it – TV and a bottle of wine usually did the job – but today I really felt the weight of my solitude.

Something had changed in me. I knew I was at breaking point and needed something more than a bottle of wine and a cold shower to get me through the lonely night.

The following morning, Kabir called to let me know he was going to stay the next three nights in the city. Part of me thought he was really doing all he could to sort out the work crisis.

The other part of me knew the truth, that he was probably having an affair with some twenty-one-year-old cocktail waitress.

I hoped I was wrong. I sat in the kitchen, drinking my morning coffee, trying to calm my emotions. I was feeling angry, lonely, and stressed.

Then I noticed Arjun working in the yard. Something about watching him work sent a warm sensation through my body.

After about ten minutes he looked over and saw me through the window. I waved hello coyly. He looked at me and just smiled.

Friday had come and Kabir was still in the city. He asked me to go into his home office and grab some money from the safe to pay Arjun for his first week.

At the end of the day, Arjun approached me in the kitchen to let me know he had completed his work and that he was set to leave. I asked him to give me a few minutes to go and get his payment.

When I didn’t show up, Arjun began to wander around the house looking for me. That’s what I had been waiting for.

Finally, I heard a soft knock on my bedroom door, followed by a nervous voice saying, ‘Mrs. Singh, are you here?’ I opened the door wearing a white lace negligee.

My breasts looked beautiful, pushed up, and perky. I had on my sexiest high-heeled shoes that accentuated the length of my legs.

I felt delicious and excited. Immediately, Arjun turned around and apologized for intruding. He offered to get his payment next week.

I told him not to be silly, and to sit down on the bed while I finished getting ready.

 

He sat there on the edge of the bed like a nervous kitten, his hands under his thighs, and his brown eyes wide open.

I asked if I made him nervous. With his eyes looking at the ceiling, he said that he did feel nervous around me.

He admitted that there were times when he looked at me in an inappropriate way. Amused, I asked him what he meant by ‘inappropriate’.

I was loving the effect I had on him. It made me feel strong and sexy. ‘Well, I’ve just noticed your…like you are…I mean I’ve never seen a woman like you before…,’ Arjun said as drops of sweat started to form on his forehead.

‘You are very attractive and sometimes I find it hard not to look at you.’ His innocence and kindness were so refreshing.

I couldn’t recall the last time I had felt truly attractive to someone.

Maybe it was my insecurity about getting older, or maybe it was Kabir’s decreasing efforts to tell me how beautiful I was.

Walking up to him, I took my finger under his chin and lifted it up. ‘You never have to feel nervous around me,’ I said in a flirtatious tone. He smiled and his cheeks turned bright red.

I asked him to tell me a little more about his personal life. His family, hobbies, what he liked to do with his friends. As he began to talk haltingly, I started rubbing a body lotion on my legs.

It was an expensive one that I had purchased during a trip to Dubai. The scent was designed to attract men, and it gave the skin a soft, metallic sheen.

Arjun moved his hands on to his lap, desperately trying to conceal his growing manhood. His breathing grew heavy.

‘Have you ever been with a woman before, in a sexual manner?’ I asked in a soft, sultry voice. Shocked that I would ask him such a question, he sat there frozen with fear.

‘No, ma’am,’ he replied in a loud whisper, followed by a gulp.

‘But I have seen a naked woman before…in, uh…in a magazine…’ I leaned back against the vanity behind me, positioning my body to enhance my natural curves.

Arjun could barely make eye contact with me now and kept stealing glances at my legs, glowing softly with the lotion.

‘Would you like to touch them?’ I said to him, my right hand gently caressing my thigh. Arjun didn’t respond but I knew that he wanted to.

I stood up and walked towards him, my body just inches from his.

He looked at me, so nervous his eyes starting to water. I took his hands and placed them on the backs of my thighs. With my hands on top of his, I began to move them up and down.
The contrast of his rough hands against my silky skin felt incredible. As I moved his hands up towards my ass I could feel his fingers gripping me tighter. I let go of his hands but he continued to rub my thighs.

His inexperienced touch turned me on in a way I had never felt before. I could feel myself getting moist as his long fingers began to grow more curious.

Gathering his courage, his fingers moved upwards as he began tracing the contours of my cleavage.

Looking up at me with his puppy-dog eyes, he asked, ‘Can I please see them?’ Without saying a word, I took my thumbs and placed them under the straps of the negligee.

Slowly, I began to move the straps down towards my shoulders.

As the straps started to fall I placed my arm under my breasts, preventing the sexy garment from falling to the floor.

It seemed like every second that I teased was torture to Arjun. Biting his tongue in anticipation, he sat there waiting for me to reveal my breasts to him.

Finally, I moved my arm, letting the cool, silken material fall gently down my body until it fell to the floor.

Raising my arms up, I lifted my long, dark hair to the top of my head, giving him a perfect view of my ample breasts. Arjun’s mouth dropped open.

He looked at my breasts like he was admiring a fine piece of art.

I took my hand and placed it behind his neck, a firm grip to let him know that I was in charge. I pulled his face towards my breasts; his warm, deep breath on my skin felt like sunlight on a hot summer day.

I placed his hands on my breasts. His trembling, caressing fingers sent shivers throughout my entire body.

He delicately squeezed my breasts, releasing the pressure only to squeeze them again. Then he began to slowly trace gentle circles around my breasts.

His slow exploration of my body felt both innocent and erotic at the same time. And it was taking me to the very edge.

Reaching down, I pulled his shirt over his head. I leaned closer and kissed his soft lips. As much as I wanted to take this further, I knew it was best that we saved some mystery.

I whispered a thank you in his ear and handed him an envelope with the payment. The little encounter between Arjun and me breathed new life into my soul.

I suddenly felt ten years younger, I felt attractive again. More than just an object of lust, he made me feel beautiful.

The chemistry between us grew stronger over the next few weeks. When Kabir was in the house, Arjun and I barely said a word to each other.

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We didn’t have to, we communicated through discreet looks and gestures. Every day Arjun would leave me beautiful.

flower on the doorstep in front of the patio. He had a very kind and beautiful heart.

I remember one time Kabir and I were sitting out on the patio. He was reading a magazine and I was enjoying a glass of wine.

Arjun was working in the yard not too far away from us. His body glistened from the sunlight like little gold flakes.

The glass of wine had relaxed me and seeing Arjun’s hot, sweaty body I couldn’t help but get turned on. I could see Arjun discreetly watching me as he did his work. With Kabir’s face behind the.

paper, I started to flirt dangerously with him. Pulling my skirt up to my thighs I began to gently open and close my legs, like the flutter of a butterfly’s wings.

I casually took my finger and ran it down my chest, opening my blouse just enough for Arjun to catch a quick glance at my cleavage.

The fear of Kabir catching us made flirting even more thrilling. We played these dangerous games for the next few weeks.

Naively ignoring the possibility of getting caught, we began pushing the limit further and further. It got sexier as the stakes got higher.

One day Kabir had left to go to the bank. As soon as his car pulled away I walked outside and told Arjun that there was a problem with the showerhead in my bathroom.

He smiled and said he would be there in a few minutes.

Arjun opened the bathroom door and a cloud of steam came out at him. I was leaning against the sink with my hair up, wearing nothing but a short satin bathrobe that was loosely tied.

‘Everything here looks in good working order to me,’ he said to me as he ran his finger down my chest.

‘Maybe you should take out your tool and just make sure everything is good,’ I whispered back.

Arjun walked up to me, taking off his shirt and tossing it to the floor. Our bodies clung to each other as we kissed urgently.

Kabir could be back any minute. Arjun grabbed my waist and lifted me on to the counter, my legs wrapped around his waist.

Then he unbuttoned his trousers, leaving them still on, and pulled out his fully erect manhood. My fingernails dug into the back of his neck as he entered me.

The mirror behind us started to rattle as he thrust his sweaty body against mine. His rhythm picked up and our bodies were soon overcome with euphoria.

I let out a deep moan as he gave three final thrusts. Just then we heard the front door unlock. Arjun kissed me, grabbed his shirt, and ran out to the yard.

That was the closest we had ever been to being caught, but even then there wasn’t fear. One afternoon while Kabir was watching a cricket match in the study,

I called Arjun over to the kitchen to help me open a jar. As soon as he walked in I grabbed him and gave him.

a passionate kiss. He grabbed my breasts and started to kiss my neck. As my hands explored his body I could feel his manhood growing. I dragged him into my bedroom and we started to fool around.

Kabir only came into our room at night so I knew we were safe there. Our hands and lips were all over each other.

Things were going great until Kabir decided he was ready for lunch. He wandered through the house looking for me and walked into our room and saw us together – my legs wrapped around Arjun’s waist and his hands in mine

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blouse. Kabir pulled Arjun off me and started to get rough with him. Arjun, now angry, charged at Kabir, slamming him into the wall.

I saw him pick up a metal sculpture from the table, holding it above his head, ready to strike Kabir, and screamed for him to stop.

 

Kabir, lying on the floor in pain, told him to get out of his house. ‘If I ever see your face again, you’re a dead man,’ he shouted in a broken voice.

Arjun looked over and saw me hysterical, crying, on the floor. Black lines from my mascara

ran down my cheeks. Taking my hands, he asked if I was okay. Barely able to speak, I asked him to leave. ‘You can’t stay here with this man.

I’m not leaving without you,’ shouted Arjun as he attempted to pull me up to leave with him. I resisted, pleading with him to leave.

‘Please, Arjun, you’re only making things worse. I’ll be okay but you have to leave now.’ Kabir kept yelling obscenities as Arjun stood there staring down at me.

His eyes filled with tears. I looked up with tears falling down my face and begged him one more

time, ‘Please go…’ He took my hand in his, brought it to his mouth and gave it a soft kiss. As he walked away I could feel my heart shattering into a thousand pieces.

The next few months were rough. Kabir was full of anger and my heart was full of pain at what I had lost. But eventually, things in our household went back to normal.

I continued to float through life as a lonely, lost flower. Just an object my husband treasured but never appreciated. One day I heard a knock at the door. When

I opened it, no one was there. I looked around and didn’t see anyone. As I was about to close the door I looked down and saw a single white flower lying on the ground.

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It was the same flower that Arjun used to bring me every day.

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