Another coworker.

With little other options and running being a sure fire way to be seen, Sally simply drops onto her stomach and lays in the dirt row infront of Mr. Johnson. Luckily her coworker had been focused on the wheelbarrow full of mulch and hadn’t noticed the naked girl drop below the foliage. He did notice the old man seemingly standing alone in the field.

“Good morning sir! Is there anything I can help you with today?” The boy yells over.

“No thank you son, I believe that I am fine.” Mr. Johnson yells back.

“Ok, well my name is Mark and if you need me I’ll be over by the mulching sheds near the sapling area.” The boy responds.

Taking advantage of the situation, Mr. Johnson bends down, looks over to the boy and yells “thanks mark, I’ll be sure to do that. I’m just admiring these yams,” as he then pats Sally bare butt cheeks.

Sally face burns red with embarrassment. But she could not deny to herself that the feeling of his wrinkly and calloused hands upon her soft buttocks hands sent a shiver of pleasure down her spin.

Mark, for his part, was a little confused at Mr. Johnson’s statement. Yams? He wasn’t in the vegetable section. “Crazy old man, doesn’t even know what is practically right in front of him. Oh well, this mulch won’t spread itself” he mutters to himself, the irony of his words that he will never know.