A surprise in store.

“I think that would be wonderful if you could do that lassie.” Mr. Johnson says with a grin.

Sally turns to look for the shed and as she does, puts her bare booty directly eye level with Mr. Johnson. His eyes burning a whole in her young supple butt. He then rises to his feet and nonchalantly places his hand back on her butt cheek as she spots the shed.

“Ah it’s right there!” She bounces and points, using the movement to disguise the fact she is wiggling her bare tush in the old man’s hand.

With a firm slap placed squarely on her soft butt cheek, he says “well go on then, I’ll be waiting here when you return.”

Sally then looks as him and smiles. Without a word she begins to walk in the direction of the shed, relishing the feeling as his fingers glide across her butt before they disappointingly lose contact.

Walking towards the shed, Sally runs her hands across her chest, briefly stoping and rolling her nipples between her fingers. She felt as if she was in a state of euphoria. Her simple game of stripping at work had morphed into much more, and she was absolutely loving every minute now.

Still tweaking her own nipples, she didn’t look back to see if Mr. Johnson was watching, Sally just assumed that he was and began to over exaggerate her hips swinging with each step. Feeling yet another bead of liquid escape her wet pussy and roll down the interior of her thigh, she concluded that she’s never been this aroused in her life.

She wanted to grab the fertilizer sheet and return to Mr. Johnson as quickly as possible. As she approached the shed she saw the wheelbarrow about half full of mulch and thought to herself, “does nobody even clean up when they finish a job around here.” Moving on, Sally reaches for the door when suddenly she sees the handle begin to turn and the door slowly opening!