Backyard shenanigans

"its fine, I think I remember papa saying the delivery guys leave the package at our doorstep or something. If we're not around that is, unless they changed that.. " Sally decides to just roll with it, she couldn't waste anymore time as she has important chores to take care of. Heading into the living room, the place was lightly furnished, a round carpet spread across the center where a large couch for 3 and a coffee table were set. The room had some honey scratched pine floorboards and a few other furniture sitting against the walls, helping with daily necessities. Towards the back, a sliding glass door leading into a backyard patio. Just further you'd find a few rows of fruits and native herbs divided up by wooden boards and filled in by rich soil. Sally took it upon herself to water them while also checking to see what's ready for harvest and it's condition.

"Let's see— aha! There you are!" Sally finds her two working boots resting against each other not far from the door. Skipping on over, she pulls up each leg and while wriggling her pretty toes she slips each feet comfortably within each hole. Once her working boots were set she proceeds to walk out while closing the door behind her.

"Mmm~! Suns gettin higher, better hurry or else it'll get too hot today!" She squints, checking the fence walls around the backyard. " Mhhm, no sign of that brat!" It's a good thing she was early rise. "hello mrs bees~♪" she calls past a small hive of honey bees perched up on a nearby tree branch. "hello passing tweet tweeters!" Sally says while looking up at a passing few birdies passing through the sky. "Hello—"

Sally finds herself standing in place. ".. Mr gnome?" She was puzzled, staring for a solid few seconds before taking another step.

Off standing by a corner of a potted bin was a small gnome statue standing around 3 feet tall. They had the most realistic scraggy looking beard, pointy cherry red cap, smudgy dark blue tunic with a belt strapped to hold his pot belly. Two stubby and hairy arms resting beside his brown trousers covered in filth. He wasn't wearing shoes so you can catch sight of his thick yellow and unkept nails, fingers thicker then salamis for toes his size.

"Huh, when did you get here? Don't remember papa getting a gnome for the garden." Sally's curiosity gets the best of her as she makes a small detour, staring down at the realistic looking statue. "You look a little too real, it's a little scary.." she crotches right in front of it, her perky round breasts once a few inches between its grimy looking face. "Ehe, you're kinda creepy too.. I wonder where papa got you."

She starts leaning across the top to check the backside of the gnome. It was just as detailed as the front, there was also a strong musky odor coming from it but she thought it was because it's been out in the garden for too long. Her massive meaty orbs are swaying just a few inches from the statues face, every light movement she makes causes them to bounce. It was almost hypnotic in a sense.

"Huh-" Sally felt something cold and wet against one of her supple round breasts. Leaning back, she finds the top left of her jiggly breast was glistening with a small smudge. Was it raining? No, she looks up and confirms no cloud in sight. She reaches between and with a finger, scoops up the traces of whatever the wetness touched her white peachy melons. She stares intensely but it only looks like.. drool of some sort, spit? It didn't matter, Sally shrugs it off and moves on before she wastes anymore time.

She finds the tin water can and starts sprinkling the herbs and other greenery she finds. Occasionally pulling out a few ready to pick ingredients and shoving them into a nearby straw basket. After a few more minutes it looks like she's about done, only having to water the more tedious plants that takes an extra effort to really sprinkle and pick. It's then that she spots something out of the corner of her eye.

"Huh?" Turning around, she spots the gnome standing not too far from where she's crotched. Sally blinks in confusion, having thought the gnome statue was resting against the other side of the garden. Checking the spot he was last in, it would seem like he wasn't ever there in the first place. "T-Think the heat is getting to me.. and it isn't even that hot yet either."

She carelessly shrugs it off and turns back to her task, her ample round breasts continue to lightly sway as she leans across to pick a few nasty looking herbs with thorns in them. Because of it she needs to concentrate, after a moment she stops to pull her arms back. Wiping the sweat off her brow before noticing the gnome was now standing only a few feet away from her now. "Did y-you.. just move from there Mr gnome?" But her question went unanswered, still believing the heat was playing tricks on her. She decides to finish her work without anymore distractions.

A minute passes and Sally was back to plucking those tedious little herbs, she was feeling rather uncomfortable now with the way she crouching to stretch her arms out to reach the herbs between the stalks and other plants. The sun was now reaching a point in the morning where it started blasting a little more fiercely. She could feel the sweat drops running down the side of her forehead and other parts of her plump body. "Ugh.. a-almost.. done.."

It's around that time that she starts feeling a pleasantly cool touch moving up the swell of her breast. Sally didn't think much of it other then a passing breeze, yet it didn't feel anything like it. The sensation was helping her bare with the heat and that's all that matters. Sally letting out a pleasing sigh as it progressively turns into much more..

It was like a soft kneading motions that moves up into the front part of her overall where her two massive puppies were packed in tightly. Sally's gentle sighs progressively turn a little more into arousing moans as the soft circular motions inside her overalls move further in, inching closer down her tender white stomach and slowly moving down until—