Dropping her hands.

As Mr. Johnson plays his part, Turing around and examining the trees, Sally can help but feel a little disappointed that he was no longer paying attention to her. She missed his hands gliding across her skin.

“Maybe this will get his attention” she thinks as she slowly drops her hands, revealing her shaven pussy and perky tits. It was an odd sensation for her, willingly exposing herself to such an older man, but as her body was bared to him, she felt a tingling sensation wash over her body, followed by goosebumps on her skin.

Mr. Johnson knew his game however, and he knew it well. Rather than give in to her attempts, he stayed focused on the sapling. Crouching down, he looks at the fertilizer pellets strewn about the ground.

“Tell me miss Sally, do you know the blend of fertilizer used for this tree?”

Hearing him address her, she steps forward, right in front of his crouching frame. She remains standing, her bare crotch eye level with the older man. Seeing her bare feet step nest to him and watching her toes curling into the soil, he gaze follows her bare legs up before spying a glistening prize. Taking a deep breath, he can smell the scent of her sex in the air, the aroma mixing with the earthy tones of the soil combining to make a distinct smell.

This action was not unnoticed by Sally either. She again blushes as he realizes he had gotten a good whiff of her wanting womanhood. With a grin, Mr. Johnson knows exactly how to keep her on edge.

Not moving from his crouched position he repeats his pervious question in which Sally finally remembers to speak and answer.

“No sir, I’m afraid I don’t. But we have a sheet over by the mulching shed with all the proper ratios if you would like me to grab it.” She asks.