Admittance.

Not able to muster any words. Sally simple give a “uh huh” and nods furiously and she now opens continues to masturbate right infront of Mr. Johnson.

Mr Johnson laughs before saying “well then let’s have a look.” Grabbing her hips and positioning her directly in front of him, her facing back towards the greenhouses. Placing his hand on between her shoulder blade and the other reaching around holding her tummy, Mr. Johnson pushed her back downwards causing her to bend over at the waist. Then he take his hands and places one on each cheek, spreading them giving him a clear view of her puckered butthole and nearly drooling pussy.

“My my miss Sally, seems as though you’ve worked yourself into quite the fervor. How’s about you go ahead and relieve that” he says matter-of-factly with a smug grin clearly please his mind games haven’t dulled over the years.

With nothing but a whimper, no longer attempting to keep some semblance of modesty, Sally’s hand quickly darts back between her legs, plunging two fingers straight into her wanting pussy. The sounds of sloppy pumping and her soft moans are like music to Mr. Johnson’s ears.

As Sally keeps mindlessly finger fucking her pussy, Mr. Johnson continues so play with her booty, slapping and putting at its soft skin, each movement of his hands like lightning on her body, sending waves of pleasure up her spine. She had been staring at her bare feet since he bent her over, watching her toes curling in the soil. She looks up across the nursery, replaying today’s events that led her to this moment. Watching a few of her coworkers shuffling about unaware of her lewd actions up in the saplings.

Mr. Johnson leans in, taking a deep breath savoring the smell of Sally’s sexual scent. Sally can feel his breath on her anus and pussy, it is so surreal! She looks back towards the shed, her positioning giving her a clear view of the window she had only just recently had her naked conversation with Mark. She can make out movement but it’s apparent he is still oblivious as she sees him walk past the window without even sparing a glance in her direction.

It’s all to much, her soft moans growing louder, her breathing becomes even heavier. Knowing she is at work, with a man she doesn’t know other than him being a customer, her clothes strewn about various locations at the nursery, all to far away for her to quickly redress.

As she continues to pleasure herself her senses begin to dull, soon all she hears is her heavy breathing and the squelching sounds coming from her wet pussy as her fingers furiously pump in and out. Then suddenly without working Mr. Johnson plants a perfect timed spank squarely on her butt cheek. That was the final straw needed.

“GAHHH, OHHHH AHHHH!” She bellows, followed by a serious of animalistic grunts and squeals.

Sally was orgasming. And orgasming HARD. Her spasms and legs growing weak. She is only able to remain standing while due to Mr. Johnson holding her in place as she rides the waves or euphoric pleasure cascading over her. Her pussy clenches tightly on her fingers still buried deep inside her, sending a steam of fluid squirting from her pussy coating Mr. Johnson’s face and shirt in her sweet nectar.

Mr. Johnson slowly lays her down to wipe his own face, gently placing her on the ground. The lose dirt and grit sticking to her sweaty body as she savors the last tremors of her orgasm with a big dopey grin plastered on her face.